Chapter 39 - 039: Dreamed about me? (1 more update)
Ruiyin Group’s grand meeting room was filled with high-level executives seated around a heavy, deep-red mahogany conference table.
Quan Yu sat at the head of the table. He had changed his clothes but was still dressed in a black shirt and black trousers, which made his sharp features look even more dominant and icily arrogant. Even though most of the executives seated below him were over fifty, Quan Yu, who had just passed thirty, did not seem any less imposing. Some people are born leaders. Quan Yu, at his age, already possessed vast experience that lent an incredibly intimidating air of authority to his presence.
When he looked down at his phone, the vice president who was speaking unconsciously paused. Once Quan Yu finished and gestured for him to continue, the vice president resumed speaking.
Quan Yu listened perfunctorily.
The delicate and beautiful face of Ning Guiwan involuntarily swam into his view. Even when she was smiling, her smile so radiant and bright, that brilliance was only superficial; deep within her eyes lay nothing but pallor and emptiness. The kind of innate cheerfulness that seemed to radiate from her very bones had vanished completely.
Quan Yu’s expression grew colder, and he suddenly pulled a pack of cigarettes and a lighter from his pocket.
Seeing this, everyone below quietly sucked in a breath of cool air. Having worked under President Quan for so long, they all knew that whenever he smoked, it meant he was in an extremely foul mood, even if his face betrayed no sign of it.
The atmosphere in the meeting room inexplicably tensed, like a drawn bow. Everyone held their breath, not daring to make a sound. Quan Yu’s management style was as swift and resolute as his business dealings, and he never showed mercy.